Literature exists at the same time in the modes of error and truth; it both betrays and obeys its own mode of being.

If one reads too quickly or too slowly, one understands nothing.

Fashion is like the ashes left behind by the uniquely shaped flames of the fire, the trace alone revealing that a fire actually took place.

The ambivalence of writing is such that it can be considered both an act and an interpretive process that follows after an act with which it cannot coincide. As such, it both affirms and denies its own nature.

What we call ideology is precisely the confusion of linguistic with natural reality, of reference with phenomenalism

Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament.

Metaphors are much more tenacious than facts.